Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

The next day, on the roof of Yang Han's house.

"Xiao Han, this is for you."

Zhang Qi handed over a storage ring: "All the talent potions produced over the past three days and nights are here, a total of 100. The largest proportion, 40, are for strength mutations, and the other 30 each are for speed and physical mutations. We will continue to produce more and restock for you as needed."

Yang Han took it, feeling the cool touch of the ring on his fingertips, and a surge of warmth welled up in his heart.

One hundred means that for the next one hundred days, he will have three times the power every day! More importantly, there is a roughly 10% chance of mutation. As long as the mutation occurs in his life-risking output, his strength will instantly skyrocket!

He didn't say much, but simply nodded heavily: "Thanks, Brother Zhang."

He casually took out a blood-red potion, tilted his head back, and swallowed it. He couldn't waste a single second!

Unfortunately, the first one did not mutate...

Dr. Qi and Liu Hong also came to see him off. They stood on the roof and told Yang Han what the Holy City was like, but... none of them could say anything about Zhenxing Martial Arts University.

Time slipped away little by little as we chatted.

Sudden.

A streak of light pierced the sky, accompanied by a deep hum, and arrived in an instant.

A colossal airship, like a moving black mountain, slowly hovered above their heads. A shadow fell, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

A person stepped off the flying boat, and in a flash, landed lightly on the rooftop.

"Yang Han?"

Yang Han immediately stepped forward and took out the certificate that indicated he was among the top ten freshmen.

The visitor took it, checked it carefully, and nodded: "Correct, I'm leaving."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Han felt a gentle yet irresistible force envelop him. The next second, the scenery around him changed, and he was standing on the deck of a stable flying boat.

Below, Zhang Qi and the others appeared tiny.

Zhang Lin waved her hand vigorously.

"Little Han, remember to miss your sister Lin!"

Yang Han smiled, and before he could say anything more, the flying boat started up instantly and disappeared from their sight with a whoosh.

Zhang Lin looked reluctant to part with him. "Sigh, I'm really going to miss him..."

Zhang Qi laughed, "Xiao Han is going to school, it's not like he's never coming back. If you miss him, just go find him. Why are you getting all sentimental?"

"The Holy City is so far away, it's not that easy..."

Shaking her head, Zhang Lin turned and flew away.

The group then departed.

……

On the flying boat.

At this moment, Yang Han was filled with nothing but endless shock!

The airship shuddered slightly, and the outline of the base city was instantly left behind, turning into a dot in the sky.

The deck was unusually calm, as the gale was blocked by an invisible barrier.

This was the first time Yang Han had looked down at the earth from such a height; the mountains and rivers appeared like miniature models. In the distance, the endless darkness, like a living behemoth, lurked at the edge of the world, forming a blinding boundary with the sunlight streaming down from the base city.

For no apparent reason, Yang Han felt inexplicably melancholy.

A faint sense of melancholy at leaving home, a heavy realization of the disadvantages humanity faces, and... a secret excitement at the prospect of throwing oneself into it.

"First time leaving the base city?"

A voice came from behind him. Yang Han turned around and saw the teacher who had picked him up earlier. Yang Han carefully looked at the teacher; he looked gentle and easy to talk to.

"Just call me Teacher Zuo."

"Hello, Teacher Zuo," Yang Han said respectfully, then nodded, "Yes, I've never left, and I've only ever heard of the Holy City."

Teacher Zuo smiled and said, "I heard you were the top scorer in this year's exam?"

Yang Han nodded somewhat embarrassedly.

"Don't be so formal." Teacher Zuo said casually, but then changed the subject, "However, this year's Zhenxing Martial Arts University... being shy is not a good thing."

Yang Han's heart skipped a beat.

This Teacher Zuo seems to know something.

"Teacher Zuo, could you tell me about... Zhenxing Martial Arts University?" he asked tentatively.

"Zhenxing Martial Arts University..." Teacher Zuo gazed at the surging sea of ​​clouds ahead, seemingly choosing his words carefully. After a long while, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a complex meaning: "Before, that place was a true holy land of martial arts. Stronger teachers, more abundant resources, geniuses like stars, and strong individuals like a forest. Students grew under its protection, progressed rapidly, and provided a large number of pillars for humanity."

Yang Han listened silently, noticing that... this was referring to the past, but what about now?

Sure enough, Teacher Zuo continued, "Starting this year, all the rules have changed. Previously, fighting between students was not allowed in the school, but starting this year, as long as you don't kill anyone, you can do whatever you want."

Yang Han's pupils contracted slightly: "Won't this...become too chaotic?"

"Chaos? That's what we want—chaos!" Teacher Zuo glanced at him. "Too many students have been raised in a greenhouse, graduating without ever seeing a battlefield. The principal is furious and determined to make changes. That's why I say this year will be crazy."

"But..." Yang Han hesitated, "If no one is willing to take action, wouldn't the rules be meaningless?"

Teacher Zuo seemed to see through his thoughts, and a smile appeared on her lips: "The school won't let you be idle. First, there will be monthly kill missions; failure to complete them will result in expulsion. Second, all resources will no longer be provided for free. The items are still the same, but they will be divided into two parts: a small portion will be awarded to those on the freshman list; the majority will be temporarily managed by the seniors one year above you."

He paused, lowering his voice slightly: "Want resources? Sure. Take them from them by your own skill. And the senior in charge of the resources, if challenged and defeated by any of you, will have to pay double the resources. If no one can challenge him, those resources will belong to them."

Yang Han was stunned.

This model... directly links the struggle to resources and survival, forcing everyone to fight. Freshmen fight for resources, while upperclassmen fight to protect them.

A massive, fluid vortex of competition!

"So, the only ironclad rule of the school is that killing is forbidden?" Yang Han asked slowly.

"That's right."

Teacher Zuo looked at him, her gaze seemingly trying to pierce through his naive exterior: "How are you? Are you scared?"

Scared?

Yang Han was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled. His smile carried the unique, aroused sharpness of youth.

"Teacher, I am the top scorer." He raised his head, his eyes clear and bright. "The senior students may not be able to match me for now, but among the freshmen in my year... I feel that I am the only one who can beat them."

"Hahaha!" Teacher Zuo laughed loudly, his laughter sounding especially cheerful on the speeding airship. "Good! That's awesome! It's good that you have that spirit! You'll definitely be the first one to arrive at school later. Since you're so confident, I have a task for you. Do you dare to take it?"

"Oh?" Yang Han raised an eyebrow.

Teacher Zuo stared at him and said, word by word, "In the first month of school, all the resources that belong to the new students... I'm giving them all to you. Do you... dare to take them?"

"want!"

Yang Han did not hesitate at all. Why not?

When he first heard about the new rule, he was already planning his path to becoming a school bully. Now...

It's even more perfect now!